One hot dusty afternoon, August 9, 1927, in Payson, Oklahoma, a baby girl was born and the world became a sweeter place. Her mother, Monte Michael, named the child Freda, after her daddy, Fred Michael a grocer who was respected and loved by many friends and neighbors in the tiny rural town of Tribbey, Oklahoma.... Continue Reading →
Favorite Things––Things I Love
The world is so full of a number of things, I'm sure we should all be as happy as kings. Robert Lewis Stevenson Roses. I love the shapes, the colors, the scent, the fragility, and the variety of roses.I love wildflowers blooming beside the road and flags flapping in the breeze. I love water... Continue Reading →
He wraps himself in light as with a garment. He spreads out the heavens. He walks on the wings of the wind.
He made the moon for the seasons. The sun knows it's setting. He looks at the earth and it trembles. He touches the mountain and they smoke. He sends forth the springs from the valleys. They flow between mountains. The birds of the heaven dwell by the water lifting their voices in song. These words... Continue Reading →